![]() Flying foxA Poem by Tepo
A graveyard's rusty creaking gate
Obeys the wind's bark to create An atmosphere sliced open by the knife The dark his blanket from the cold A flying fox's wings unfold His take off brings the dead of night to life A mist rolls over antique stone He clicks he's not in here alone As something scurrys quickly out of sight His isolation closes in The reek of his most recent sin Is sensed by every creature of the night The demons want to flay the lot A witch shines up her cauldron pot The werewolves put their bid in for the bones A vamp already claimed the blood The organs bring a tidal flood One zombie and her twenty seven clones Fear roots him firmly to the ground A screeching almost deafening sound Has cleared the field with supersonic stealth The gods he always heard were near Decided not to interfere The big man's here and wants him to himself © 2021 TepoReviews
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